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This.... perturbed him. Was this not a test by the goddess? Best to play along.

"I am uncertain of the task I have been assigned to here," he replied, evidently bothered.

The small cenobite, who was rather amused, had tilted her hesd the other way. Old flesh, new blood yet again. “Are you sure? Have you not opened our box?” She hugged the cube to her chest. She seemed to be done with trying to solve it.

A.... temptation? A test of intellect? The goddess was a cautious leader. Paranoia seemed appropriate.

"Why would I choose to do so?" He brought his glaive around, holding it ready in case of imminent combat. He let his eyes expose the sections sensitive to magical energy, but..... this place is.... dead. Magic seems trapped in the creature and box, maybe, but it doesn't leak out.... Bizarre. Should he not be expecting magical hazards here? He became more and more concerned with every passing moment.

She shrugged. The cenobite... surprisingly didn’t actually know an answer. “And, what exactly are you?” The Seeker went back to twisting the puzzle box as she spoke. Her voice now seemed as clear as day, which will come sometime. Now that the wind wasn’t covering it, it had sounded a bit raspy. She finally grabbed one of the curved blades from her hip. Now, both seemed ready to attack. But, the cenobite, less ready.

"I am Warpriest Atsiun of the Church of Her Eminence Cryu-Dzien of the Pentatheon. I am a warrior of the Pentatheic Draconid species," he declared with an even tone. No, even the Breath of the Gods was not an option here. He could barely manage a chilled breath, not to even imagine the usual frigid torent of cold air and drops of liquid nitrogen condensing in it.... Magic was taken here. There was no warning snap-and-hiss of his glaive coming to life with plasma.

He would not move first. If he could hear her out, he may learn of this place.

"Now that I have told you of myself," he inquired tentatively, "what are you, blood-weeper?"

“Blood weeper?” She scoffed. “I am oftenly called the Seeker. Have you not seen, not heard of a cenobite before? Not even the Hell Priest himself?” She purred. The Seeker smiled as she continued messing around with the golden cube. It twisted... twisted again... and... did not snap into place, sadly for her. She sighed, bringing it down to her left side. There almost seemed to be bone visible through the pale blue skin.

"I have not heard of such a creature. I have heard of many hellish priests, leaders of their demonic cults and faiths, however," his eyes narrowed under his mask as voice turned from deeply resonant to darkly hostile, "Many fall to the goddess's fury and light, be that light of her own resplendance, the strikes of the fleets, or the blades of her warriors! If you wish to deliver yourself to my blade, so be it! With magic restrained in this place, I sense you would not be a challenge."

((Need to get confirmation from Dazz on something before this boy's next overly valiant decision.))

Click. The cube had snapped into place. Nothing, though... Not for a while, at least. The ‘demon’ cringed as she took the curved blade into her pale hand. “Ah... Goddess? What shall she do to our god? He has much more power than her, much as I do you.” Oh, she was up for a challenge. With that size, it’d be easy to tear her up. After a few hits at least.

He smiled at that, laughed, laughed loudly, resonating through the streets of the town, before answering her, "Then you know nothing of the Pentatheon. Let me teach you of might that has brought guidance to countless planes!"

He spun the glaive into a reverse grip, putting the blade behind him, and lunged, the blade coming up in a broad ar from below, keeping the shaft in position to defend his body.

The seeker had quickly moved herself away before it even came near. She now was stood on all fours. She was almost in a cat-like stance as she shook. The blade that was in her hand had pierced through her own hand. She didn’t seem to care too much, though. She just wanted to get this done and over with.

The beast was quick. Moreso than him. How interesting, if unsurprising given it's smaller size and likely demonic heritage. He stepped back again, returning to his pre-strike stance, left hand and leg forward, spike out toward the threat. right limbs back, blad ready to be brought around from many directions.

Without magic or technology, the blessed blade was only as dangerous as it was strong and sharp, which, granted, was very, the godforged metal still bearing it's entirely mundane if impressive physical properties, but it was not enough to put the fear of the divine in the heart of this creature. Disappointing. He maintained his defensive stance. Such an agile foe needed to come to him. He did not want to make more movement-induced openings than he needed to.

The seeker slowly stood herself up, ripping the blade, which was now dripping with the fresh blood, out of her hand. She stood, waiting. The hook could maybe do some damage, but not as much as his own weapon. She dashed from one side to the other, probably to tease him a bit. Hunger was now starting to take over her, and with each of her movements, she seemed to get a bit closer. Hunger... Just that word made her more hungry. Ah, there it goes again...

Feinting him, looking for an opening. Slowly approaching, perhaps? His stance dropped slightly lower as he watched her. He had the advantage of reach, with the glaive built for a creature of his seven feet of height and, well, a polearm to a shorter blade, and he was armoured.... he would wait. He left his fingers ready at the catches which would collapse the long shaft and let him move it back to a sword if she somehow got within his reach, keeping his grip tight on the shaft.

He worked to keep focused: as patient as the glacier. Never his strong suit, but he would hold just a shade longer before he would strike again.

She continued to get closer, her mouth open, probably ready to dig right into whatever meal she can get. The Seeker eventually stopped. She just felt like she knew what he was going to do. She grinned, looking him up and down. He was too covered up for her comfort... she doesn’t want to bring cloth along with her food. She grasped the curved blade tightly in her hand, which now had a large slit on her palm. What an advantage for him... she was tired out.

Ah, the ice cold grip of the wind clawing at its pale grey skin, the darkness of the night slowly fading into a grim day, and, finally, a good show to start its "morning." The paralysis had drained from its body faster than it'd hoped, so its in a pretty good mood.

However, Vincent's gut is still sore and small lesions mar its skeletal body; it still might be some time before it fully heals. And it certainly doesn't feel up to murdering the likes of the beasts fighting at a broken intersection below.

It watches- studies -them carefully, not only enjoying some quality entertainment but analyzing their combat styles and skills. The corpse-like creature (what a fantastically horrific form to use later!) Is fast and seems resistant, if not immune, to pain. As for the dragon...damn, another tank. It rubs its tender stomach. I am not going to fight this one directly.

It waits for a good moment to intervene, thinking it will have to or else they might kill each other. Then the corpse just stops.Huh, interesting.

Well, now is as good a time as any to say hello- not as itself, of course. It leaps off of the old office building it was hiding on. Then it shifts before any heads turn its way. They'd now see a small girl, on her back, arms raised and eyes wide with terror, screams at the sight of the two monsters.

The cenobite had twitched. Hunger. Immediately, the Seeker dashed towards the source of the noise. Getting her food was all she seemed to care about now. As soon as she got close enough, she completely devoured the poor girl. Her need for (more) food had now died down, but not for long. Another twist with the puzzle box... click... nothing, again. She already just might have forgotten about the much larger creature, and was more focused on feeding. An eyeless demon-like figure eating away at a poor, innocent girl was probably quite a sight.

Nope. Not happening.

Vincent drops the disguise immediately. The "girl" twists away as her feet grows claws and kicks the demon away. Then it darts up the wall of the nearest building, wheezing laughter at the creature below.

"Good try, little corpssse!" It calls from the roof. It casually checks the bite wounds on its arm, Yeah, they hurt, but it knows that those marks will heal much faster than everything that stupid insect did to it.

So...this thing is not only fast, but fearless and hungry. Good. Vincent doesn't dare climb down again. Instead, it sits there and smiles.

"Dear, I'm sure there are better mealsss than I out here."

The Seeker growled. “I suspect you haven’t even heard of us? The cenobites? Not even the Hell Priest himself?” Her voice seemed maybe a bit deeper, probably from her annoyed tone. Same thing: Old flesh, new blood. Well, guess what’s coming back... “You believe we would let you go like that? They will come soon. The priest, and the rest.” The cenobite hissed, still grasping into the curved blade. The bleeding from her hand had stop, but the tiny sting remained.

Vincent shakes its dark head. "No, no I have not, but I'd love to learn." A grisly idea is growing in its head. Flatter her, make her like you, then guide her to the nearest fresh meat buffet to get the ultimate carnage.

"There are living things here much tastier than me and more vulnerable than that warrior there." It crawls, cautiously, partway down the building. Its long claws dig into the wall. "I save only the bessst for pretty things like you."

If she could, she would have squinted. But, as she couldn’t, she only tilted her head. She took a few quick steps closer. She didn’t seem to open her mouth to reveal the bloodied teeth, which meant she may not attack. She clipped the crimson blade back onto her hip. She nodded.